Marchew

“No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.”
― Juliusz Słowacki

“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, Tigana

“Podły los obdarzył mnie nadmierną wyobraźnią, która utrudnia mi nie tylko ewentualną twórczość, ale także i życie.”
― Joanna Chmielewska